Two dogs . . .

Brisk paced
Passed my place.

I had to squint. The sun was in my face.

The dogs' heads held high
Scarcely slowed barely bowowed
As their tales swept by.

Two dogs out in the sun a daily run.

I began to scribble this to catch the sight
Just right.
They ran on were gone.

Quickly now black & tan and tan
Were they male&female I couldn't tell?
Whose?
Where?
Uh oh, there they go ...

Two dogs . . .

In the back of two trucks
Out in front of the laundromat
Put there for safety
And to see that no one fucks
With their owner's stuff,
Bark like crazy, loud at ear height,
Reminding me of
Bar bouncers
Out for fun and
A good fight.

Bristling and jostling, they shiver the sky
Until closer inspection reveals that they are just barking goodbye. „

Two dogs . . .

Some Low level of rage runs through my thoughts like black&tan rotweilers barking and snapping and thirsting for blood.

I know I can’t let them loose. It won’t do me no good.

Still, they run,
They rage,
Seek solace on a page.

Act out, . . .No doubt, . . . I’ll end up in a cage.

But just once wouldn’t it be worth it
To let them all the way out.

Get blood up the snout.

I have to find a punching bag, a tackling dummy, a blocking machine;
A way to vent my spleen.

Just picture it: A meal on wheels made of corporate heads, millionaires’ homesteads, stars and starlets fresh from their magazine spreads.

The growl snarls up and through me
My chest vibrating . . .
My voice gone vibrato,

My jaws unclench, saliva flows.

God, just to be raving pack of two dogs
Finally let go. „